#Informant

[posthumanwanderings]

Virtua Quest (AM2 / Sega - GameCube / PS2 - 2004)

[renegadesstuff]

THEY'D FOLLOW EACH OTHER ANYWHERE. ALWAYS 🤍🤍

[birthday-hell]

Foinil

Happy Birthday

August 27

[fyeahiwatarikei]

Labyrinth - Kosuke or Saehara!

Whumptober Prompts

Labyrinth

He wasn’t in the mood. Far from it. If anything, his troubled, unfocussed mind put him in no mood at all, forcing him to fight light-headedness. Relentlessly.

Do not lose consciousness. Think. Think. Do not lose yourself.

One step forward, to ground himself. To send physical sensations back into his body. Another step. Before him, however, the three corridors warped in opposite direction, all similar in their determination to refuse him a single clue about his next destination.

      Think.

Something moved in the right corner of his vision, or so he thought – effort blackened his vision, nothing could be certain. He shut his eyes for a second, shot them open again when he felt his head start spinning dangerously.

That place was disgustingly foul, rotten with disruptions.

He had to get out of here as soon as possible.

“This way, Hiwatari-san!”

                Move. Move. Don’t stop, even for one second…

Even as disbelief invaded this man’s voice in a way that almost made him hesitate. He was alone in this. No one could have followed him to this place. That had to be another of its filthy little tricks…

He had almost turned left, picking the nearest corridor, when another silhouette, right in the middle of his field of vision, this time, froze him in place. If some troubled part of his memory, unable to shape the word, recognised this person, he forced himself to step back.

If anyone, Saehara (that was the name. Remembering them could be such a relief!) was the least likely to function in this world. Another trap…

He switched for the middle corridor instead, ignoring Niwa’s voice behind him, that still tried to bring arguments justifying whatever direction it had picked for him. Exactly as the real one would have.

Don’t stop…

He suddenly noticed his own hastened breath, sweat running down his face, and almost stopped to put himself back in shape. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this awful before…

Perhaps because he rarely exposed himself to danger in the first place. What a fool he had been…

                     There was no way any of these visions could be helpful, no way. Saehara was an imbecile, Niwa a traitor. He wouldn’t trust them with his life, ever. Ever.

The voice still rang behind him, fading as he proceeded almost blindly, legs weakening. He just had to move forward until he found a way out.

And if the two others had been trapped in there with him, then

         No. That couldn’t be.

His left hand found the wall, and he took a few dreadful seconds of rest. No one had followed him, it seemed…

He refused to think any longer about these two… walking bothers.

[partyanimal167]

The Informant- Miguel x F!Reader

I'm in a writing mood, so I need to take advantage of this before the call of my bed makes me return to my true form as a simp who stays reading about fictional men. I have no idea how far my plans for this fic go, so we shall see together. Thanks for stopping by! For the sake of this fic, let's say this is the start of the Spider Society, but Miguel is still handling things in Nueva York.

cw: fem reader, mdni, author knows some Spanish, Afro-Caribbean reader in mind

He never planned on things going this way. He just needed to be sure of things and knew that there were those who could stay neutral and be relied on.

Rumors spread quickly, and there wasn't always a way to know what was true and what was falsified. People had their sources, and whether that source was reliable or not could be a matter of life or death. Miguel had a few places to go to, but he wasn't really expecting the answers to be so within his reach.

Miguel was trying his best.

He thought that gathering a bunch of Spiders would make thing easier after realizing how complicated yet connected dimensions were. Yet, wrangling Spiders and keeping things in order was proving to be its own challenge. Nueva York was stable but not free from the villains who lurked in the shadows. As of right now, a man named Kingpin was starting up chaos in the shadows.

Miguel groaned into his coffee as he waited for a test to finish at work. He starting to rethink his life as a scientist if he needed to babysit a bunch of energetic Spiders as well. He shouldn't have been surprised though. Some of them were the only superheroes in their home-universes. It would be a miracle if they quickly adapted to being on a team and coordinating together.

An alarm went off on his phone, and Miguel was grateful that he could actually take a lunch break today. He gulped the remainder of his coffee and tidied up his station.

After discarding his lab coat, he ran down the hall to the elevator and checked his phone. A notification made him grin for once, and people questioned where he was running off to as he dashed through the lobby and out the doors.

Pat's Place sold the best Jamaican food around, and while Miguel stood firmly on his love for empanadas, he did indulge himself with beef patties every time he knew the food cart would be near his job. It saved him the trouble of going to Queens at the main restaurant. The food was amazing, but the added bonus, of course, was seeing you.

Your hair was pulled back with a bandana, and you chatted casually with the patrons when you saw a flash in the corner of your eye. You smiled to yourself as you saw Miguel straighten up his dress shirt and approached the cart as if he hadn't booked it two blocks to get his fix. You stepped away from the register and waved the man over to you--away from the line.

You reached down and pulled out a black plastic bag already filled with his typical order of two spicy beef patties, coco bread, and a cream soda. The man placed a kiss on your cheek and took the bag from your hands. "Mami, you're the best."

You chuckled and winked. "Yeah I know." You leaned forward and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. "You missed this."

Miguel felt his face warm slightly and scratched the back of his neck. "Ah, I was in a rush."

"Mmhm. I don't know why. I always set your food aside." you commented.

"Yeah, but your grandma's gonna kill me one day if she hears I'm skipping the line. You know how she is about fairness."

You laughed and waved your hand. "I'll worry about old Miss Patricia." You stuffed your hands in your back pockets and rocked on the heels of your feet. "So what's going on in the world of Mr. Big-Time Geneticist? Girls giving you trouble as usual?"

Miguel rolled his eyes as he stuffed his patty into the bread. "Oh please. No one wants to be dealing with me. I got enough on my plate."

"Really?"

You wouldn't know the half of it. Miguel bit into his food and fought his instincts of moaning. "What about you? Miss Pat succeed in setting you up with anyone?"

"Oh jeez, I wish she'd give up. I'm this close to telling her I have a girlfriend if I didn't know she'd switch tactics."

"Are you just now telling me I don't have a chance?"

You smiled as you wiped a crumb from the corner of his cheek. "Oh papi, you always have a chance with me."

Just then, Miguel's phone rung, and he cussed to himself seeing that Peter B was calling. "Sorry, I gotta take this."

"No worries. I'm getting back to work. See you around."

Miguel half-listened as Peter went on about some weird notification popping up about some suspicious activity in the slums. He chewed on his food and let his eyes trail over to you as you continued to work--smiling at customers and giving out change. He hummed to himself.

"Hello!? Peter to Miguel! Are you listening?"

Aye cabron. "Yes, I got it. I'll go confirm some information later on tonight. It's Friday, so I'll have the time."

"Whatever you say, brother. Just be on the look out. If this Kingpin is anything like mine, then you might have some problems."

~~~

Miguel groaned as he leaned against an alley wall. He was making his nightly rounds in the slums to find his usual informers, but if they weren't locked up, then they seemed to nervous to talk...which was weird.

Miguel didn't always wear the mask, so some knew him as a nosey scientist with a knack for trouble if others didn't see Spider-Man. Either way, it never seemed to be a problem before, but Peter's warning may have been true.

Miguel flicked his watch. "Lyla, I need some assistance."

The fashionable woman popped up and stretched while yawning. "What's up? I take it I'm not searching for a lovely lady's favorite perfume?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, it's Friday. I know you got your patty fix." The woman went on while filing her nails.

Miguel groaned. "No, this is not about her. Why are you even bringing this up?"

"I'm just saying bud. You could use some fun. Actually while I have you here, I found something interesting, she-"

"Lyla Lyla, not now. I need to find someone who can tell me about this Kingpin guy. My guys won't say shit, and that's not a good sign." Miguel went on.

The woman pouted before humming for a moment. "Fine. I'll do some digging, but go home. You left the lights on.

"Can't you just turn them off?"

"Yes, but you need to be more careful. Humanity narrowly escaped extinction decades ago. Do better."

...

That Saturday, Miguel found himself in a part of the ghettos that he didn't know well. He kept his guard up of course but became a little more comfortable when he heard the use of Spanish and English interchangeable with a crowd that was more brown and black than European. He memorized the directions Lyla gave him--ending up outside a shady lounge with a bodyguard that had definitely seen some bad days considering the face scars and calloused knuckles.

He watched from the shadows as people came and went sporadically. There were ledges on the adjacent building that allowed him to peer inside the upper levels. Men in suits chatted while girls paraded around in dresses and skirts. Alcohol was involved; cards scattered on the table. It looked like any old hideout and nightly business, but why did Lyla tell him to come here?

Suddenly, the back door opened, and the main floor's music drifted out. A man shook his hips to the reggaton being played while holding his hand out for a woman coming down the stairs. Black lace stilettos clicked against the stone pavement, and a young smooth hand reached out towards the man.

Aye dios mio...

Miguel could only look from his mask as you beamed at the man who pecked your cheek before striding to the end of the alley where a blacked-out SUV waited.

You stood under the dim overhead light holding your elbows before exhaling deeply.

You turned to walk out the other end of the alley but stopped with a gasp when a flash of black and red appeared in front of you.

"Holy fuck!" you held your chest before taking a moment to relax. You couldn't believe your eyes. "Spider-Man?"

What the hell was Miguel thinking? Oh right, he wasn't. He paused suspended upside down before clearing his throat. "Hello..." he trailed off awkwardly.

You blinked for a moment. "Hi...can I help you with something..."

"Actually, yes." Miguel pulled on his web, flipped upright, and landed on his feet. "Are you a...hostess here?"

You crossed your arms and raised your brow. "Are you asking me if I'm a hooker?"

"What! No! I-," Miguel paused and tried to find his bearings. He was so much better at dealing with people...though most of the time those people are strangers and not the patty-lady he has a crush on. Speaking of which, this was probably the third or fourth time he's seen you not in your work uniform. The dress was fitting you really well. He-

"Miguel! Focus!" Lyla helpfully called out.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and continued. "No, no. I'll be up front about this. I need some information, and I heard someone here can help me out."

You looked Spider-Man up and down before smiling--a little amused. "Hmm, if someone told you all that, how come they can't tell you what you're looking for?"

Smart girl. "It's not so simple."

You nodded while in thought before reaching into your purse and pulling out a card. You passed it. "I won't make any guarantees, but you're gonna need to find another time to chat. I don't know how many people here would be excited to see their local masked vigilante out at night."

Miguel looked down at the card then up at you. "What about you? What side are you playing in all this?" he thought about the man he saw you with earlier.

You gave him a playful smile and shrugged. "I know things. That's all. That knowledge might have a price, but secrets are too costly."

"Why is that?"

Your eyes flashed a darker emotion. "Because the truth always comes out in the end." You turned to leave.

"Uh wait," you turned to look at him, "it's late. Do you have a ride?"

You chuckled and tilted your head. "Why? Gonna swing me over to your place?"

Miguel groaned internally. You were completely one-uping him tonight. "Well your...friend left you, and it's dark. I want you to get home safe."

You took a few steps back in front of him and placed a chaste kiss on the masked cheek. "Keep fighting crime, and I'll be fine." With that, you walked down the alley's path. When you were on the sidewalk, luck was on your side, and a cab came to pick you up.

Miguel stood there dumbfounded for a moment before shooting a web up and sitting on top of a building. He pulled off his mask and pressed on his wrist. "Oi Lyla, what the hell?"

The woman rolled her eyes as she looked at her own digital phone bored. "I tried to tell you about her last night, but you so rudely interrupted me."

Miguel rubbed a hand across his face. "Okay, but what is she doing around all this? I thought she was just helping her grandma out and living a normal life."

Lyla shrugged. "Not everything is online for me to search. Everyone has secrets."

Miguel thought back to what you said about secrets and sighed to himself. He just hoped that your secrets weren't too pricey after all.

~~~

Okay, I feel like I know where I'm going with this. I do think this is going to be more couple-centric with a good portion of action. Not sure though. I haven't written any action scenes in years.

There will be more! Thanks for reading, and I look forward to what comes next.

Part Two

[sissa-arrows]

White people in France: I would have never collaborated with the Nazis never. That’s disgusting. Giving informations about innocent people to the police wishing for them to be arrested just because of their race is just wrong.

The same white people in France: *give informations to the police VOLUNTARILY so the police can identify and arrest the North African and Black boys and young men who protested against police violence after Nahel Merzouk was murdered by the police*

Une ambiance vraiment… Le sport national dans ce pays c’est pas les manifestations ou les grèves c’est la délation. Ça aime trop vendre des personnes racisés aux flics.

[splintersfeelings]

Richard Aoki

How much did they pay you? How much money for blood?

Were you afraid when you took your own life, Or was it like greeting an old friend, Who might finally forgive you the decades that haunt your dreams

I wonder what parts of you were real Was there any part of you that flinched When you sold out Huey and Bobby Did you tell yourself, that maybe somehow You were keeping them alive?

Did you tell your god fearing parents, who were In concentration with you Would they be happy that their prodigal son Had become a man who feared the law, Or would they have cried that they had raised a Judas?

[wibblyparfait]

decided to draw an Info as a bonus since i drew that Russell the other day 👍 i miss him sm i need to draw my lil goofy ahh gremlin more JDNDJD

[yumemirotorio]

Wish I could mod Omori and make a YT mod, but I don’t know how! 😭

Oh well. I made Omori style Russell, Informant, and Madotsuki sprites!

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

How eveybody is watching p.diddy right now.

[fansof-heo]

Just found this 'Informant' film finished group photo and... and... argh! We have to be completely prepared because this character is going through a lot! (Check his hands and face) 😭

[butterhentekorin]

Another oc post, but with an actual polished ref

[birthday-hell]

Scratchman Apoo

Happy Birthday

March 19

[fyeahiwatarikei]

Magic with a cost plus Kosuke? :>

Whumptober Prompts

Magic with a cost

He didn’t need to carry him far before being out of reach, certain nothing else could happen to them both – a mere turn and they returned to darkness, where Kei let go of him. Despite infinite care, Kosuke still tensed up when placed on the floor, and let a groan out when the back of his head met the stone. Was the pain external or…?

Meeting no resistance, he pushed one of the man’s hands out of the way and started unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. If the fabric had been damaged, showing what resembled light burn marks, it hadn’t been enough to shield the skin. Magic did not obey physical rules – in this case, it had continued its progression until it had met flesh, turning it in what seemed like a harmless shade of red. The thing was, Kosuke’s face displayed pain. He had taken the blow frontally.

No matter who had put a barrier there, he’d find out later and take necessary measures, for their sudden retreat, for the unpleasant, unreal view of the other’s agony. For the moment, however, he had said agony to take care of.

“Where exactly does it hurt, Niwa-san?”

He hadn’t been made to heal nor soothe, but any of them could control energy: he had the ability to remove it… as long as it hadn’t melted with Kosuke’s human essence. Even if he knew his fair share about mixed human and artwork energies, he had never had the opportunity to try his hand at manipulating foreign ones.

“Everywhere…?” the other responded, voice strained. “I don’t know…”

“Everywhere, where?”

With effort, Kosuke designated his own half-revealed chest. So, it hadn’t spread yet… Kei briefly shook his right hand and placed it against the bare skin, immediately seeking the painful traces.

It did burn, under the touch and within the man’s chest… It had thankfully reached this human body without any specific objective that would have made it significantly worse to deal with. Kosuke had been touched by the barrier, not attacked…

“Oof…”

He’d have to be patient: absorbing this would take at least a dozen of minutes, especially since…

Kei sighed. His blood had turned to ice when he had seen Kosuke struck, and his own breathing was just returning to normal. Such was the fate of someone who cared…

Exposing his most precious assets when required, risking their lives doing so. Making the most of their great talents, feeling fear when their beautiful position was threatened.

Kosuke’s bright mind, broad knowledge and agreeable personality had revealed him as a wonderful partner in research: who could have resisted the temptation of making him shine? And, of course, as Kei was mitigating the pain he had received during one of their escapades, his worth radiated even brighter. He could have lost him.

His existence wouldn’t have stopped, but he could have lost Niwa Kosuke.

Hand, wrist, arm, up to his shoulder, were gradually growing numb and heavy, as if blood circulation had lowered under the pressure of the absorbed magic – Kosuke had felt this right in his chest, right next to his heart, for a few minutes.

What had he thought then…?

Slowly, Kosuke’s eyelids parted, but he displayed no surprise when realising how close Kei’s face had lowered to look at him properly. They stared at each other, assessing the situation. Seeking reassurance, perhaps.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Barely… But…”

If he could ask questions, then he was returning back to his usual self; Kei took his hand back to test whether knuckles could still fold despite the lack of sensation in his limb. He could almost feel the grating energy crackling in his nerves. Oof indeed…

“I know a few tricks of my own, Niwa-san.”

Eyes shut again, and the latter breathed in with relief, as if a heavy weight had been removed from his body. Soon, he’d want to get back on his feet, and Kei wouldn’t stop him despite how unreasonable this decision would be – if anything, his own almost useless arm showed how much they shared this quality.

How long would it take Kosuke to notice they now shared the pain…? They also both carried the desire to always go on, at their own risk. No way he’d turn into a dead weight and force them to give up on their mission down there.

[partyanimal167]

The Informant PT 2- Miguel x F!Reader

Wow, so I'm pretty surprised by how much I've gotten into this story. I haven't written a multi-part fic in awhile~ Let's see where things go

Part One

cw: fem reader, mdni, author knows some Spanish, Afro-Caribbean reader in mind

There was a difference between being a nosey gossip and a trusted confidant. It wasn't your fault that people felt safe enough to tell you what they know as a way to get rid of the burden. Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge you carry forever.

Your mind kept going back to the other night's event of meeting Spider-Man. You heard the stories. Who hasn't? He had been in the news solving crimes and catching criminals who were too strong for ordinary cops. Everyone wonder who he was. You somehow got an opportunity to figure that out.

You were lost in your thoughts as you shopped for your personal groceries. Your grandma went on a rant about how you needed to take some time for yourself and not hang around an old woman. 'How else are you going to find a man?' You sighed and placed some tomatoes in your hand basket.

What was it like being Spider-Man? He definitely had resources. It wasn't common for someone to just pop up and ask for your services. You handled things word-of-mouth. Something must have leaked, but you would worry about that later. Apparently, you would be meeting with the hero tomorrow, and you weren't sure how to handle that. Originally, you thought that you might have been set up, but after seeing him fling his webs and even ask about your wellbeing, he seemed like the real deal.

"Hermosa, fancy seeing you here."

You looked up to find one very casual Miguel O'Hara in a simple dark jeans and a fitted white tee. You subconsciously licked your lips. "Miguel, what are you doing around here?" You weren't sure where the man lived, but with a big fancy job you assumed he was in that borough.

The man leaned against the shelves and shrugged his shoulders at you. He had a knowing glint in his eyes as he smiled at you. "Had a day off during the week, so I'm just going through the day." You glanced down and saw he had a few items in his basket.

"Well, my day is definitely nicer seeing you."

Miguel chuckled a little and looked away. "You flatter me."

You winked and shrugged. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Mmm, well how about I take you out tomorrow night. Just some drinks--casual." Miguel went on.

You weren't sure if your ears were deceiving you or not. Of course you liked the flirty banter, but spending some time with the man? Finally! "Oh well maybe, I have some other...thing to attend to. I don't want to keep you waiting." Fuck, you were suppose to meet with Spider-Man! "Actually,"

"No need to explain yourself, bonita. I don't mind waiting for you." Miguel didn't look too disappointed so that was a relief. He smiled before walking away. "Just call me."

You waved and dropped your shoulders. Hopefully things work out.

~~~

Miguel looked below at the deserted park. He watched as you peaked around as you sat. You were on time; he could appreciate that. He was finding little things to appreciate about you from this new light--seeing how you handle him contacting you from a burner and used a number that was definitely not the one he had saved under your name.

He collected his thoughts before quietly swinging to the tree that was above the bench. He was about to jumped down, but you looked up at him with a smile.

"Spider-Man." he replied with your name, and though you looked like you wanted to know how he found that out, you figured it was pointless asking.

He landed on the hard grass and leaned against the tree trunk. "I hope I'm not keeping you from anything." he looked at how you were dressed with loose dress pants that flowed down to your heels and how you hugged a blazer around yourself.

You huffed. "I actually have a hot date after this, so I'm hoping this will be quick."

Miguel felt a sense of pride in his chest. "Hot date? Well I'm sure I can keep some decent company for now." He mused.

You chuckled as you fully turned in the bench and sat on your knees. "This is work. I bet you have a nice bod under all that, but that's not why you're here--to get compliments from a normal civilian."

He liked how to the point you were. "Ah, but you're not a normal civilian. You know things." it was time for business. "So what's your price?"

You grinned as you took in the Spider before you. "A favor." you simply answered.

You could tell he wasn't expecting that answer; his general expression went along with his suit. "A favor? That's all?"

You kissed your teeth and waved a finger. "Favors are important. I get money from these usual thugs of course, but a superhero? You have something others don't."

Miguel wanted you to elaborate more, but he knew when to take things as they are. "Fine then." he straightened up. "There's a new boss in town it seems--Kingpin. What's his deal? Why are people so scared of him?" Why aren't you?

You stood up and walked on the other side of the bench, so you could be closer and lean on its back. "That's the thing, Spidey. He's not new at all. He's been making a name for himself for the past decade. All those big names who threaten you and the cops are all his underlings. He's coming out of the shadows for some reason."

Miguel was a bit taken back and took a moment to process. He let his gaze trail up from your calves all the way to your eyes. They were mischievous. "Do you know why?"

You hummed. "Not really. He has some business going on with the execs at Alchemax, but I don't know the details."

And of course things went back to work.. Miguel groaned internally. There were pros to being at a groundbreaking science company but definitely cons as well. He nodded to himself. "People...know you. Important ones. I need some assurance." He trailed off hoping the silence would state his point.

"I don't know anything about you, Spider-Man. As far as I'm concerned, you're another customer. Others should be able to understand that." You were confident. That was certain, but Miguel wasn't sure still.

"What's keeping you safe?" Danger could find you anywhere. He needed to know what you could do.

You smiled. "I'm protected. Those guys who you used to go to blabbered off to anyone for any piece of change. I have more sense than that." And something to protect. Your phone alarm went off, and you glanced down. "Ah! Well I have to go. Hot date and all." you handed a piece of paper to Spider-Man. "Stay safe out there."

Miguel watched you walk off before something went off in his head. "Yeah, get going Romeo. Or you're going to be more late than she is." Lyla chirped.

...

Miguel sighed in relief as he rushed to the lounge you suggested and saw that you had just arrived. When you both made eye contact, he grinned and saw that you were wearing a cream crop top underneath your blazer. It really completed the outfit.

He ran a hand through his hair as he approached. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually late."

You smiled and shrugged. "It's okay. I got caught up in something." Miguel held out his arm which you took before entering.

The lounge had a chill vibe to it with dim lights and music flowing from vinyl speakers. The first couple of rounds passed easily, and Miguel was trying to get himself to focus solely on your company instead of earlier's conversation. Frankly, he was more intrigued with you knowing you had your own thing going on outside of work. It was to be expected of course, but he wasn't thinking of Nueva's underground. Most people had more...normal hobbies. Not that he was one to talk.

You two were hugged up in a booth--enjoying each other's company, chatting about everything and nothing.

You fiddled with the straw in your drink as you peered into Miguel's eyes. He was delicious eye-candy, and you were shocked that you finally got a chance to see him outside of the day-to-day grind. You had met when you both were just out of undergrad. You had gone back to help your grandmother's business while he was studying for grad school. He always seemed out of reach in that big, fancy tech life, but you were fortunate to still see him thanks to the nature of the food business. Everyone needed to eat, and you were serving up some good food.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, hermosa?"

You grinned a little and shrugged. "Ah, nothing."

Miguel pulled you closer with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your breath hitched a little. "No need to be shy. It's just me."

That's the problem. "Heh, you are not 'just' anyone, Miguel." you corrected as you rested your fingers gently on his chest. It was firm and strong. No, Miguel was definitely not a simple scientist just going through the norm. You knew he had something going on himself; you were curious as to what.

Miguel took your hand a placed a kiss on your wrist. His eyes were hooded. "Neither are you." Somehow, his eyes glowed a bit in the darkness. You always noted a hint of red in them, but it seemed to be real now.

You opened your mouth to speak, but a presence neared your booth. The two of you glanced up to see a tall, lanky older man stand straight in a suit. He had a rugged face that reminded Miguel of the bouncer from when he saw you that night. The man looked solely at you.

"El jefe quiere a hablar con tu. Tenemos una trabaja para ti." he droned at you. (The boss wants to speak with you. We have a job for you.)

Miguel was confused by the sudden situation and was about to intervene considering the language difference when you leaned in his arms and replied. "Eso hombre no es mi jefe. Por favor, no soy una candidanta para contratar." You then turned smoothly and gave sultry to look to Miguel. "Estoy en una cita. Tengo una papi chulo a mantenaer la compania." you winked. (That man is not my boss. Please, I am not a candidate for hire./I'm on a date. I have a handsome man (slang) to keep company).

Miguel was shocked to say the least, but he was also concerned about who was asking for you. And the fact that they knew where to find you.

"Mija, please-," the man went on, and you felt Miguel tense, but you placed your hand on his leg under the table. He seemed to understand your gesture and remained still. The man still didn't even spare him a glance. He seemed to know you considering the endearment. He stared at you for a moment before sighing. "Just stop by. Please. This is more serious than you know." And with that he finally passed a look at Miguel before walking off.

You both were quiet for a moment. You lazily sipped your drink--unsure how to continue. "...sorry if that spoiled the mood."

Miguel blinked before smiling at you. He had so many questions going on in his head. "Where did that come from?" he chuckled.

You turned your head a little though your grin proved you knew what he meant. "What?"

"Aye que linda. You know what."

You covered your mouth as you giggled. "We're in Nueva York. We all need to know a little something to get by." Miguel was impressed even though you had a point. You swirled a finger around the rim of your empty glass. He could tell there was a little something on your mind.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah of course. Just something I gotta take care of." It wasn't quite convincing, but Miguel knew not to push. He wasn't Spider-Man right now. He wasn't supposed to know much about the mobs and slums.

Your chin was gently grabbed and you were turned to face your date. "Don't think I didn't hear your little comment." he grinned.

You returned the expression and chuckled. "I'm glad you caught it." The tension was growing in the air, but you wanted to play a little more. This was a moment where you didn't have to be in control or decide things. Your hand felt just on Miguel's shirt and you tugged a little.

Miguel immediately leaned in and met your eager lips in a kiss. He cradled your face and groaned when you bit his bottom lip. "Ah, I don't think you want to behave," he panted before kissing you some more.

You giggled right against his lips and felt up his abs. "Maybe not, mmm, but we can stop here." you certainly didn't want to, but you needed to go home. That warning wasn't something to ignore really, and you didn't want to drag anyone into your business.

Miguel pecked at your cheek. "Tease." he pouted before standing up and taking your hand. Together, you walked to the bar to pay, but the bartender waved off Miguel once he reached in his wallet.

"The gentleman early took care of it."

"Aye cabron." Miguel muttered. (Oh fucker.)

You laughed and tugged him out the door. "Don't worry. That just means you can take me out another time. To make up for it."

Miguel's eyes softened at the suggestion. You two stood under the overhang as it rained. "Everything is alright, chica?" Miguel asked gently.

You looked at him and placed a kiss on his cheek. "No need to worry about me." Your voice was confident now. But he did worry about you.

Even after your cab pulled up and took you away, Miguel stood and watched it drive off--splashing in puddles and disappearing into the night. Someone was looking for you, and he had a bad feeling he knew who it was.

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If I could flirt with this man in real life, who knows what would come out my mouth.

Thanks for reading! I don't know how soon I will update this bit. I'm kinda considering writing a little nsfw piece probably with a Vampire!Miguel to get some practice in (and celebrate October). I would love to hear some feedback.

See ya next time~

Part Three